Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next ❯ Tantrum ( Chapter 3 )

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A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next

Chapter Three

Tantrum

The sound of crashing had been going on for several hours when Heero finally tired of it and went up the stairs, fully intending to knock Duo out if he didn’t quiet down. The Japanese man’s hand paused a hair’s breath away from the knob as the words being yelled by his partner because clear.

“Why? Why did I just have to go for the fucking scythes? Why didn’t I grab the pole scythe and get roped into acting out some odd version of death? Just had to hold them again, didn’t you, idiot? Just had to be reminded that even immortals aren’t immune to Shinigami’s touch!”

The crashing stopped with the sound of Duo falling heavily onto his mattress and screaming into his pillow. Heero retracted his hand, thoughtful. The named double scythes were still on the kitchen table where Duo had put them when they’d gotten home, glinting in the dim light as though they held life of their own.

Inside the room, Duo sat on his bed, blinking furiously. He could not allow tears to fall. While nothing like the priceless gems cried by the koorime, chimera tears had their own powerful properties, able to summon spirits both destructive and protecting.

He’d barely been able to keep his mask in place when he’d heard Kurama’s name that day, and it was only going to get worse, especially after Shuuichi’s costume was finished and they were rehearsing for the skit. Duo grabbed for the script on the floor beside the bed and flipped it open, a sad smile flitting onto his features as he recognized the heist it described. It had been one of their favorites, mainly because the youkai whose castle it had been had a habit of stealing human royal treasures and had an abundance of crowns in his vault. They had worn three each on the trip home, mock fighting with the gilded broad swords they’d found in with the treasure.

“Those were the days,” he whispered, closing the booklet softly and laying it on his bedside table before stripping for bed. He had only just slid under the dark bedding when his door opened, the light from the hallway haloing Heero as he stood there, hand still on the knob.

“Are you finished with your tantrum?” Heero asked, forcing himself to look only at Duo’s face, and not to focus on his bare chest, the pale skin somehow remaining flawless despite all the injuries Duo had taken during the war, with the exception of an old, ring-like one on his stomach and back he’d had when they met. Several others were on his legs, but Duo was extremely tightlipped about them and grew cold whenever anyone asked about them.

“Yeah, for now,” Duo said, facing the wall as he lay down on his side, away from Heero. He didn’t want the perfect soldier to see him blush. “Thanks for leaving me alone. I needed it. Night. I’m going to get some sleep.”

“Duo, whatever it is, if you need someone to talk to, I’m just on the other side of the wall,” Heero said, sincerity in his voice.

The braided boy sat up and stared at his partner funny. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Heero?”

Heero smirked, shaking his head. “Hn, baka. Just go to sleep.”

“There’s the Heero Yuy I know,” Duo said, laughing as he flopped back down on the mattress, grabbing a plushy to his chest. It was a silver fox that he’d sewn eight extra tails onto. Duo had spotted the thing among a least a hundred other prizes at a carnival and had proceeded to spend the entire day until he’d won it. When Wufei had teased him about the fox, the Chinese man had been beat mercilessly over the head with it while Duo shouted a revised version of one of Wufei’s own speeches on justice at the top of his lungs. “Sleep light and don’t get caught in the night.”

Heero left the room, slightly puzzled at the odd blessing he’d been told, but passed it off as another saying from Duo’s days on L2 as a thief. All that trying to figure Duo Maxwell out ever resulted in was a headache.